"Never hearn tell of the Mister, I'm no account. Reckon He don't know me! Missis says I'm no account nohow!"
"But that is a mistake, my boy. You are of great account. You have a soul that can never die. Did you never know that?"
"No," shaking his head; "I don't un'erstand, Mister."
"Was anybody ever good to you, Johnny?"
"Nobody but Aunt Liz. Aunt Liz been good."
"Well, Jesus is better than Aunt Liz. Jesus is God. He died for you! He lives up there among the stars! He loves you, poor No-Account Johnny. Think of that."
The teacher went away. At the door old Aunt Lizzie thanked him for coming, but said:
"It's of no use, sir, to teach that boy. He a'nt right here," tapping her forehead.
"Ah! Aunt Lizzie, our blessed Jesus can make him understand," said Mr. Allen, as he went away.